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LyricsOh Lord, I'm sick of myselfI'd rather bury it than carry itI'm desperate for helpAnd barely sentient means I'm just being meFollow suit the destitute my modus operandiA face that's marked by pallor means you're wasting awaySo get a tan and raise your hands and take to feeling okayNo one enjoys the party when they're stricken with anemiaA shallow sinking surface simply screaming septicemiaPeace of mind is hard to findSo I'm standing in line and feeling fineAye, me sad hours seem longAnd even longer when you're numbFading away and that's okayCause life has me under her thumbI'm languorously open-ended and the ending's no goodI've been told to break the mold and I would if I couldBut apathy is easier than caring at allAnd the undulating nothingness means having a ballIncredibly impressive and bereft of concernLobotomized and optimized and then I'm ready to burnAt war within myself and self is winning the fightBecause feeling like no one at all means feeling alrightSense of purpose has got me feeling worthlessAnd I'm fading away, but that's okayAye, me sad hours seem longAnd even longer when you're numbFading away and that's okayCause life has me under her thumbOh yeah, all rightI'm in a big fat cage and feeling freeThat's okay, that's all rightCause that's all that's left of meOh Lord, I'm sick of myselfI'd rather bury it than carry itI'm desperate for helpAnd barely sentient means I'm just being meFollow suit the destitute my modus operandiAye, me sad hours seem longAnd even longer when you're numbFading away and that's okayCause life has me under her thumbOh yeah, all rightI'm in a big fat cage and feeling freeThat's okay, that's all rightCause that's all that's left of meOh yeah, all rightI'm in a big fat cage and feeling freeGoodbye, goodnightThat's all that's left of me